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The day I smelled the gasoline forty feet up

I said

I don’t want to miss you like them

I don’t want to be the one

to push you to the wall

Sometimes all you need is a chance

and I speak a different language.

When you’re around

you know my stride is full of you

Maybe if I take half a step

we could change,

we’ll be afraid

of getting to where our hearts storm the drains.

I said

I don’t want to miss you like them

but if that’s what it takes

to live something worth seeing

to write something worth reading

to say something worth telling…

I will gladly take

the heartbreak on my hands.